As she pushed send, Cole parked the truck and killed the engine. “Ready?” he asked.

“I’ll leave my big bag here.”

Cole got out and came around to her side. She was stuffing her bag behind the seat when he opened her door. He held out his hand to help her down, and Sierra took it, trying not to think too hard about it, forcing her mind to reception details.

“As soon as we get inside,” she said, “I need to take a selfie of you and me for Hayden. Remind me or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I’ll take a photo of you.”

“Nice try but nope.”

They entered the historical hotel and made their way across the marble-floored lobby toward the ballroom. She waved at Mariana, the night manager, who was behind the check-in desk helping another employee. As they approached the ballroom door, the din grew louder.

Sierra paused just outside the closed door. “You ready for this?”

“Scared shitless,” he said with that semi-grin again.

“Smart man.” She grabbed the handle and opened the door, and the sound of a couple hundred people all talking at once washed over them.

They stepped inside and Sierra stopped to take everything in. Even though she’d been here earlier this afternoon and seen it when it was nearly ready, it still took her breath away.

The sprawling ballroom looked almost unrecognizable and had become a lot smaller and more intimate with so many people inside. It had been transformed into a midnight-blue and silver wonderland, with dim, blue-tinted lighting and strings of white fairy lights everywhere. White floral centerpieces surrounded by multiple silver votives contrasted with the dark blue tablecloths on the round dinner tables, where some guests were already seated.

The dessert and gift tables to the left of where they stood were skirted with dark blue velvet and tasteful decorations in silver and white, and though she couldn’t see the two bars because of the hordes of people, she knew they matched.

The whole thing was romantic, understated, classy yet unpretentious. It fit Kennedy and Hunter perfectly.

She scanned the room for the bride, and there, across the way with Hunter, near the bridal party table, Sierra spotted her, thanks to her own towering shoes. Shoes that were likely to kill her before the end of the night.

She exhaled in relief that her sister was here and things were underway just as they should be. As she stepped forward to head into the crowd, Cole grasped her arm and stopped her.

“You wanted a photo?” he said into her ear so she could hear him, and something about his deep voice that close sent a shiver through her.

She ignored it and pulled out her phone, relieved he’d reminded her before she found a place to put her tiny sequined purse, out of sight and out of her way.

“How are you at selfies?” she asked him.